The Consumer Category
We bring you the chic and unique, the best and most bizarre shopping offers both online and offline. We offer you tips on where to buy, and some of the less mainstream and crazy, individual and offbeat items on the internet. Anything that can be bought and sold can be featured here. And we love showcasing the best and worst art and design.
WHAT is the power of nightmares?
Argentinian cartoonist has created the delicious What There Is Before There Is Anything There: A Scary Story.
AS Fanny Cradock might have put it: “Having a Johnnie around the place is awlays useful”: “Condom Meals I Want to Make for You.”
THIS is how a tattoo is applied in slow motion:
KLM, the Royal Dutch Airlines, uses a beagle (name: Sherlock, not Van Der Valk ) to help deliver items left by passengers landed at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol to their rightful owners.
You know that contraband you thought better of bringing though customs? Well, here’s Sherlock coming to give it to…
TO the SM department store in the Philippines, where shopper Karen Kunawicz has spotted a top bearing the legend:
“It’s not rape, it’s a snuggle with a struggle.”
MCDONALDS alientated a key demographic among its clientele: the drugs user.
McDonalds created a spoon that could measure out exactly 100 milligram amount of drugs. No, not sugar or salt (those will be banned soon enough), rather speed, cocaine and whatever else the cool kids were buying to get stoned with.
Anti-drugs lobbyists led to the spoon’s removal from view, it being classed as drugs “paraphernalia”.
IN the coffee shop toilet:
YOU can kill a 125lbs man by feeeding him 41 cups of coffee or 88 shots of espresso in 24 hours; or 125 pounds and drink down 106.64 cans of a standard Red Bull. Death by Caffeine has the facts.
GLUTEN free diners closed down a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco.
SO’s staff walked out in disgust at being asked to “believe” in organic.
CIGARETTE smoke is wonderful. Thomas Herbich has been taking picures of those sublime jets and swirls:
Over the last three months photographer Thomas Herbrich snapped some 100,000 individual photographs of smoke, looking for unexpected anamalies and fortuitous coincidences where familiar shapes emerged. It’s fascinating to see how the brain tries to create order out of chaos, just like looking up at the clouds, suddenly familiar patterns seem to stand out: faces, hands, or scrolls of paper.
LOCAL News Watch looks at a restaurant review in the Peterborough Telegraph:
Pizza Express has been based in Cathedral Square for a fair few years and though I’ve walked past it close to a hundred times, I’ve never ventured in – until now.
Holly Aston, 17, is at dinner with her mum. She embarks on a review that is devoid of the self-aggrandizing balls the the usual food critics churn out.
For the starter we ordered garlic bread with mozzarella and we were delighted when it arrived. It was one round piece of bread covered in cheese.
FANCY sporting a natty lid? La papalina di Papa Francesco all’asta – Pope Francis skull hat – is for sale on eBay.
What odds a nice Jewish boy buys one and wears it to synagogue? Minbd you, at over £80,000, it’s an expensive pate warmer…
One quesion: how did it come to be not on the Pope’s head? Has he notice. Did the seller replace it with a paper napkin or a bra pad?
Manchester United’s Eamon Dunphy & Leeds United’s John Giles Star In Weird Dairy Milk Advert (With Apologies To Arsenal’s Lim Brady)
JOHNNY Giles, memorably of Leeds United, and former Manchester United player Eamon Dunphy are now TV pundits in Ireland. The duo have been working for Cadbury’s Dairy Milk, extolloing the benefits of a diet of sugar and fat in a budding sportsman’s diet.
URBAN Outfitters is delling a sweatshirt “Vintage Kent State Sweatshirt”. It’s splattered in red blotches that look a lot like blood stains.
FREE Speech looks to the Economist, a magazine read by business suits and people keen to appear smart and knowing. But the Economist is no leader, no thought provoker. It’s a publication as uncertain as a worm in flip-flops.
The Economist published a review of Edward Baptist’s “The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery and the Making of American Capitalism”. The review ends with the line:
Almost all the blacks in his book are victims, almost all the whites villains. This is not history; it is advocacy.
An odd view, for sure. Not all whites supported slavery; but blacks were the enslaved victims.
So. Cue the Twitter mob. Outraged they wrote in.
Baptist told TalkingPointsMemo: “Maybe this is crass, but I did realize as soon as I read it that this is not actually going to hurt. It has definitely enhanced my Amazon ranking.”
So. What did the Economist do? It became a non review. It was given its own page, so as not to pollute the rest of the ‘newspaper’s’ website. And it is now topped by an apology:
Apology: In our review of “The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery and the Making of American Capitalism” by Edward Baptist, we said: “Mr Baptist has not written an objective history of slavery. Almost all the blacks in his book are victims, almost all the whites villains.” There has been widespread criticism of this, and rightly so. Slavery was an evil system, in which the great majority of victims were blacks, and the great majority of whites involved in slavery were willing participants and beneficiaries of that evil. We regret having published this and apologise for having done so. We have therefore withdrawn the review, but in the interests of transparency the text remains available only on this special page and appears below.
ARTIST Jonathan Yeo paints women in the reposeful aspect of cosmetic surgery patients.
Between 2010 and 2012, Yeo created works based on cosmetic surgery procedures. He presents the faces of women in pre and post-operative states, as a counterpoint to the traditional portrait. This collection of paintings was the subject of two solo exhibitions, ‘You’re Only Young Twice’ at Lazarides in London and ‘(I’ve Got You) Under My Skin’ at Circle Culture Gallery in Berlin.
The women appear nun-like, selflessly and obediently awaiting something wonderful and fulfilling.
AUSTRALIA needs our help. The land of men in boob tubes and hot-pants (Aussie Rules) has a break-out star:
Burger King Japan is rolling out another “Kuro Burger” (“Black Burger”), with buns made from bamboo charcoal, an onion and garlic sauce made with squid ink, beef patties made with black pepper, and black cheese, which is also apparently made with bamboo charcoal.
There are two types of burgers: the Kuro (Black) Pearl and the Kuro (Black) Diamond with all the fixings. The burgers go on sale later this month in Japan for a limited time only
THIS photo from a Twitter user in Japan and shared through the Twitter account Wadai Tweet shows a whole pig wrapped in plastic at a grocery store. The store isn’t identified but the price is 30,000 yen.
It’s like a warning not to put your head in a plastic bag.
THE only writers I’ve read all my life is Charles Schulz:
It was the Peanuts collections in my grandfather’s basement office that really stayed with me through childhood and into college. Charlie Brown, Linus, Snoopy, and Lucy all felt like real people to me. I even felt so sorry for Charlie Brown at one point that I wrote him a valentine and sent it to the newspaper, hoping he’d get it. I’ve said it many times before, but Charles Schulz is the only writer I’ve continually been reading since I was a kid. And I know I’m not alone. He touched millions of people and introduced empathy to comics, an important step in their transition from a mass medium to an artistic and literary one.
JIMMY Savile is the subejct of Dan Davies’s book Plain Sight: The Life and Lies of Jimmy Savile. The man known in his lifetime as Sir Jimmy has now buried in muck and filth. Savile never was arrested, charged nor tried in his lifetime. He is the alleged paedophile and rapist who operated on the BBC and NHS’s watch.
Rachel Cooke writes:
As I read Davies’s book, the term “light entertainment” suddenly struck me as the greatest joke. What a misnomer. It wasn’t light at all. It was dark and heavy: clodhopping at best, sinister at worst. All the programmes I enjoyed most as a child came with heavy doses of innuendo, low-level violence, sadomasochism. There was Dick Emery, who dressed up as a sexually frustrated spinster – at the time I didn’t know what frottage was, except I sort of did, thanks to her – and as a toothy vicar whose pious exterior made for a sharp contrast with his visits to “naughty” strip clubs. (Davies, I notice, has a picture of this vicar on his Twitter account.) There were the two Ronnies, Barker and Corbett, whose show included peculiar serials such as “The Worm That Turned”, a dystopian fiction starring Diana Dors, in which women ruled the world (mostly in hot pants and jackboots) and men wore women’s clothes and kept house, and “Band of Slaves”, in which an all-girl orchestra was sold into slavery. Rod Hull and his puppet Emu performed a tango of aggression so convincing, you couldn’t help but rub your upper arms as you watched, imagining the bruises on those of their victims. Benny Hill was forbidden in our house – he was on ITV – but I knew the shtick. He chased girls. Round and round and round. (Hill, incidentally, made a shrine of his dead mother’s clothes, just as Savile did with those of his beloved “Duchess”.) Somehow, Ben Elton’s controversial attack on Hill – the comedian’s routine, he suggested, incited rape and other acts of violence against women – doesn’t seem quite so over-the-top now as when he made it in 1987.